There's no wind on the bay for sailing. I am awaiting sunset. It is fairly grey an unimaginative, obscured by the hills. My vantage point has changed. And all I see are babies and families with happy dogs. We are reaching epic levels of lonliness. I shall go to Vesuvio and drink and write. I will write. Once the sun goes down. It's nearly behind the hill.

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Last Five
treasure - Thursday, Sept. 06, 2006
need - Sunday, May. 22, 2005
where is here - Friday, May. 13, 2005
save me. - Monday, May. 09, 2005
nonsense - Sunday, May. 01, 2005

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